Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 162 [One Step Away]

Hrosh was feigning illness in his room.

Oh, no, he should be called Mr. Morgan now.

That's right, just like the time he pretended to be Morgan to interview Ethan.

This time, he still pretended to be Morgan.

But compared to the last time when he pretended to be unskilled, this time Helosh was fully prepared.

From clothing, habits, to background and resume, he memorized them all over again.

No one knew where Ethan got all this information from, and he also said that even if Osvaldo went to the capital to investigate, he would not be exposed.

And sure enough, after he met Osvaldo, Osvaldo did not suspect anything and gladly accepted his visit.

On the one hand, this was indeed because Ethan did a good job of advance work, and on the other hand, it was also because Hrosh's own disguise was perfect.

Although he always seems to fail, he is the one who has awakened the true name of the Eye of Truth.

His foundation is not bad, he just lacks confidence.

After being stimulated by Ethan's words that day, he decided to fight. He couldn't live like this anymore.

Fortunately, everything is going well at the moment.

He has even made some substantial progress.

These days he pretended to write a biography of Osvaldo, looked through all his properties, and even relied on the power of his real name to gain insight into the key points.

Therein lies the secret of his illegal wealth accumulation and money laundering.

He has already given some of the evidence to Ethan.

But he felt that it was not enough, and that it lacked something substantial enough.

What we have discovered now is just the icing on the cake.

Osvaldo might just suffer some minor injuries, but he wouldn't really lose everything.

It is necessary to get something that is truly decisive.

In fact, Helosh was also uneasy, and he naturally heard about Ethan's situation.

Luckily, Ethan had a plan in place so that if anything happened to him during the mission, he could contact another person.

It was a shadow.

Anyway, Helosh never saw that person. He was always in a dark corner, listening to a shadow talking.

Now, his order was to not stop and to seize every opportunity to obtain the most important evidence.

Every opportunity...

Tomorrow is the best chance.

Hrosh looked at the quiet Governor's Mansion in the dark room.

So, Ethan is waiting for me?

Am I his bargaining chip?

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King's capital.

The city of ten thousand cities.

This is the praise of the royal capital by the famous writer Pollack in his famous work "May".

At first, this may come across as flattering.

However, with the rapid development of the kingdom in recent years, the capital has long since evolved from a coastal port city into a huge city with a vast area, countless high-rise buildings, and countless magnificent scenery.

If someone looked down at the earth from the sky in the middle of the night, they would find that it was already shining brightly like the stars whose light could not be concealed.

It is truly worthy of the name "City of Cities".

Velen was now overlooking the huge city from a high building.

Here, he felt his own insignificance.

It's like a grain of sand thrown into the sea.

He really wanted to go back to Winster.

But not yet.

He has to keep it.

The young master's orders have not been fully executed. Tomorrow will be the end of everything.

Outside the hotel where Velen was staying, in a room in the building opposite, several people were bored. They were all employees of the Kingdom Statistics Bureau, and this time they were seconded to Joseph.

Joseph asked them to monitor Velen 24 hours a day.

"There doesn't seem to be anything we can do about this guy, right? Should we keep an eye on him?"

One of the employees was panting heavily, looking like he wanted to go back to sleep.

“Is this your first day at the Statistics Bureau?”

The other man frowned and scolded.

"Yes, Captain, I'll continue monitoring him, but this guy is obviously from a small town. Where is he from? Winster, right? Look at who he's been looking for these past two days. How could he possibly defeat our Statistics Bureau?"

The man still looked very lazy.

"I know everyone has been working hard these past few days. After tomorrow, I'll treat everyone to some grape water."

The captain didn't seem to want to make the atmosphere too awkward, so he said with a smile.

"Come to think of it, this grape water seems to be from Winster. It seems to be made by the boss of this guy we're monitoring. Will we not be able to drink it in the future?"

Another employee added a comment.

"No, Young Master Joseph has taken action and dealt with that guy's boss. I'm afraid the grape water business will get better and better."

The lazy employee interrupted again.

"Shut up!" the captain was furious.

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The night passed quickly.

This night means something different to everyone in Winster.

For those reporters, they enjoyed delicious food at Joseph's dinner, and tomorrow they will have an even bigger bloody feast.

Whatever the outcome, they will get enough explosive news.

For most people in Winster, they felt uneasy but also a little excited.

The reason they were uneasy was that they really admired Ethan and didn't want to see anything happen to him.

But after all, we are all ordinary people, with ordinary emotions, and there are always some dark thoughts in our hearts.

For example, could a star like Ethan really have committed the evil deeds reported in the newspapers?

I'm so curious about what will happen tomorrow.

Ethan seemed calm.

He had a hearty dinner on time and drank a cup of after-meal tea.

Then after reading for a while, I suddenly wanted to dance.

So he proposed to dance with Anya.

At first Anya was reluctant, saying that she was not a good dancer and should just forget it. She seemed to have thought of something as she spoke.

Ethan didn't force her, but just sighed and said, it would be nice if Sophia was here, she dances very well.

These words seemed to stimulate Anya. Her face suddenly turned cold and she said, "Master, I suddenly feel like jumping again."

His whole body was filled with a fighting attitude, as if he was ready to duel with Ethan.

But when she actually jumps, Anya is very soft.

She carefully followed Ethan's steps and danced gracefully in his palm.

She thought the music was very nice, something she had never heard before.

When the song ended, she seemed to feel a little weak all over. She put her arm around Ethan's shoulder and said, "Master, what song is this?"

"Does it sound good?" Ethan asked with a smile.

"Ah."

"I just asked someone to compose this." After Ethan danced a few times, he remembered a dance music he liked very much in his previous life. So in his spare time, he found a music professor at Winster University and compose this dance music based on his memory.

"It's called..."

a step far.

Holding Anya's slender waist, Ethan looked out the dark window.

Soon, after tonight is over.

Only one step left.

(End of this chapter)